There’s a storm
in my tea cup
I was
for Earl Grey


Another micro-poem for National Poetry Month.

The lovely image of the tea cup has been found, not created by me.  If it’s yours let me know and I’ll give credit or remove it, as you choose.

Weather Report

It’s grey today, and drizzling
inside my head
clouds gather behind my eyes

Outside the sun is burning
stars are turning
and the world hurtles

Looking out the window
I see only the fog
of my breath,

Then, without warning,
I storm

This is a Quadrille, or a poem of exactly 44 words for dVerse Poets’ Pub.  And Mish has asked us to include some form of the word, “drizzle.”